[Intro]
(Every day, make money and pray)
Belt Gang, n***a, 24

[Verse]
Hope they don't swab the strike for prints 'cause I'll keep Big Key in the whip
Bald-heads out the switch, a bunch of Tinkys in the clip
On the skit, we gon' pull up, uh, uh, then we dip
Pull up with Moët to the party like Pinky in this bitch
With all smackers, we gon' blow him down if it's up
The Lions lost so we took a n***a chain and his buffs
Hellcats, we don't do the Challengers, this a truck
In this backyard, Threat got the striker parked in the front, n***a
Finna bend, ask my driver what's the plan?
Bro really tryna rob him, I'm gon' act like we his mans
In the club, just scooped ten, Morg buggin' off a Xan'
Sticcs just hit a stripper bitch, you know I'm fuckin' on her friend
Why every time we slide, you ain't never got a gun?
My bitch lookin' for a bitch, we just tryna have some fun
Inkster n***as pulled up, you can't hide, better run
Hope they don't call CPS 'cause I'm still slidin' with my son, n***a

[Outro]
Yeah, Belt Gang
I'm still slidin' with my son
Still slidin' with my son
Bitch, I'm still slidin' with, n***a